If you’ve ever wanted to look out over farthest ends of the earth but couldn’t be bothered with all that travel, I’ve got you covered.
Six weeks ago, a massive deluge washed away part of California’s Hwy 1 along the coast while we were staying at the southern end of
This fella was pretty sure we’d stop paying attention to the grill long enough for him to snatch some tasty and fly off with it.
We did not.
We’ve seen lots of wild critters on the road so far. Just from memory: those adorable camp-mascot kangaroo rats, stoic desert bighorn sheep deep in
Despite our fancy footwork and lightning-fast bob-and-weave, the pandemic closures finally caught up with us. They packed quite a punch. Here in California, closures are
I like my wilderness the way I like my men. As you might imagine, this realization came as a surprise. The revelation occurred to me
Roughly a half-million tourists mob the famous Mesa Verde ruins each year. In contrast, just a tiny fraction of that come to its lesser-known relative,